Free The Shade Riders and the Dreadful Ghosts by Bxerk Page A

short man made three wavy lines with his
hands, and a giant “U” shaped magnet appeared in his hands. The
mirror
    the other man was holding was yanked out of
his grasp, crashed into the magnet and shattered into a thousand
pieces. Two large
    spotted cats that must have belonged to the
men were cut from the pieces. They huddled together and licked
their wounds.
    That seemed to really tick off the
white-haired man, and he used a sign like liquid dripping from his
hand. He threw it at the small man who yelped as it instantly
burned the top of his head.
    Go, white-haired man.
    The small man ran behind a pipe organ
stalagmite and did some sign language opposite to the last one--
creating a base to the acid spell. Meanwhile, the white-haired man
pelted him with cylindrical gold weights. Then the short man
created a catapult with a fisted hand and flinging arm sign. The
catapult came with a handy set of rocks which the short man flung
at the white--haired man’s head. One of them hit, Nova could see
blood gushing out.
    Nova had her hands over her face by then and
was peeking out of her fingers. She glanced at her friends. They
had stopped what they were doing and stared at her strangely.
    In the mirror, the white-haired man created a
springboard by jumping in place five times. He jumped and headed
for the small man. The dark-haired man circled his hand creating a
hurricane spell. Everything started to blow around the room. The
small man grabbed onto a stalactite and held on. A chair hit the
white--haired man’s head knocking him unconscious. His body swirled
around the room. The small man called to the ghost something Nova
couldn’t make out. The ghost flew after the white-haired man and
pushed itself into his body, shoving all the man’s bones out
through his hands and feet.
    “Ewwww.” Nova squirmed and covered her eyes.
Two seconds later, she looked into Max Kim’s mirror again. The
small man had stopped the winds, grabbed the white-haired man’s
body, tilted the basin back up, and both men peered inside. It
startled her. Could they see her?
    The small man shoved the white-haired man
aside and leered into the basin/mirror so close that Nova saw every
hair and zit on his face. He yelled something to Nova about sending
the ghosts after her.
    Then the mirror went back to reflecting
Nova’s and Takeesha’s faces, with trees in the background.
    “Holy chaos,” Nova said, “I think I just had
a remote viewing.”
    “I didn’t see anything in the mirror,”
Takeesha said.
    “That’s impossible, Nova,” Benny said. “Maybe
you were hallucinating.”
    “I don’t do drugs.”
    “No, but you could be mentally unstable.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Well… it’s possible.”
    The wind picked up and started howling
through the trees.
    Max Kim’s eyes widened. “Do you think the
ghosts can hear us out here?”
    “Maybe,” Benny said.
    Nova looked around anticipating the arrival
of a ghost or two.
    That’s when they heard moaning.
    “Was that just the wind in the trees?”
Takeesha asked.
    “No, I think it’s something else.” Benny
whirled around in his wheelchair. In the shade of the trees to the
north, they could make out ghostly images floating closer and
closer-- skeletons dressed in flowing gray robes. Their mouths
screamed gibberish, and their hands stretched out to grab them.
    Suddenly, the gibberish began to make sense.
“We have your father, Nova. We have him, and he will be ours,
forever.” An evil laugh sent chills up Nova’s spine. She shivered.
What did they mean by that?
    “Run!” Max Kim pointed toward the farmhouse.
Nova heard herself swear as she stumbled to get away. The kids took
off headed for the tractor trail, then turned left and ran toward
the catch pen. Nova was in the lead, then Max Kim and Takeesha then
Benny. The commotion spooked the horses, and they took off after
them. The two excited dogs chased after the horses.
    The Shade Riders made it into the large catch
pen still ahead of